The Harem || BYOAphro

[unorthodoxish]

If his dismissive, uninviting posture wasn't enough to make the men being brought to him for approval to his future harem shrink back in fear then certainly the cold, ruinous gaze he leveled each with was. He didn't care to indulge himself in the iniquitous dalliances other royals seemed to live their daily lives by. It was pathetic. He had far

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[chocoblade]

"Ouch! Not even going to look at me before you reject me, Your Majesty? Now I see why all those other slaves were led out in tears. You're just as icy as the rumors say."

The servants who brought him in could do little but gawk and gibber. Bartz had a reputation among the slaves for his mouth; perhaps they had expected the glory of the prince to shut him up, but if that was the case, they were sorely mistaken. He stepped closer to Sanzo, more as if he were a free man taking a pleasant stroll than the lowly slave he was, approaching the prince without so much as a shirt on his back.

"You'll never thaw out if you keep sending all us nice boys away, you know!"

[unorthodoxish]

Sanzo slowly opened his eyes. For a moment, he stared at Bartz, expression unreadable. It was excepted that he would wave him away, especially after such a brazen display, so when his lips twitched into a sardonic smirk and he leaned forward, a nearly tangible ripple of surprise cut through the room. "Who says I want to be thawed out?"

[chocoblade]

"Oh, I wouldn't know if you want to. But most people need to once in a while. Royals especially. You've got enough on your plate as it is, we can't have you unable to concentrate on negotiations because you're too busy staring at some foreign noble's ass or something," Bartz blathered on, oblivious to the shock around him.

"But if you're gonna eat, you might as well make it a good meal. Same thing for sex, and that's where Bartz Klauser comes in!" he grinned, stretching his arms toward the ceiling; half showing off the lean muscle of a nimble warrior, half good old stretching.

[unorthodoxish]

One of his eyebrows lifted. He was definitely talkative, wasn't he? Too bad he wasn't saying anything more worthwhile. When he finished, giving that rather pointed stretch, Sanzo's gaze trailed down his form, nothing the lithe musculature. Tempting? Yes, but he'd be damned if he was going to openly acknowledge as much. "And what makes you think you're so damn great? I've sent away hundreds just like you without so much as a blink."

[chocoblade]

"Just like me? I'm wounded! My frankness is refreshing, isn't it? Otherwise, you'd have sent me away just like the rest. It's a bit of a cliche, but you're probably tired of suck-ups. Besides, I am pretty great. Great body, great smile, and stamina so great I could be a one-man harem if you wanted me to. What's not to like?" Whether his words actually pleased the prince wasn't his concern; as he implied, he wasn't about to turn into some fawning sycophant just to get a cushy job.

[unorthodoxish]

"Refreshing is hardly the word I would use," he remarked dryly. And yet he was right; he hadn't sent him away yet. Sanzo looked over Bartz again, slower, more thoroughly this time. He leaned back. "Well then, since you're great, why don't you give me a demonstration?" It was a challenge.